Simba woke up with a jump in fright.

That dream...it seemed so...so...real.

No. It couldn't have been...or...could it. Was it possible that the dream had been a sign from his father? Simba had heard of humans before, but dreamt of one? This was certainly new to him. Also, Simba had heard all about the features of humans. Never had he heard that their skin looked...burned. This one did. Never had he heard that on their right hands and right hands only that they had claws. Simba, for the first time in a long time, was scared.

That man was definatly not very friendly. The noise he made with those metal claws, as he rubbed them against the rock...that terrible screetching noise that was similar to what happens when nails go against a blackboard...

Simba needed assistance. This was all so...confusing.

But, should he wake up his wife, Nala, or seek guidence from the once wise king, Mufasa?